Emma

Rett and I traveled in the back seat as Leon drove and Ian sat beside him. Rett knew our destination—he’d arranged this gathering. However, only Ian, Leon, and I knew a particular stipulation. I asked the men that Rett not know the details until it was necessary.

I squeezed my husband’s hand.

It had been over a month since our television interview. And although we refused to talk to the syndicated reporters on the street in ...